He strides, diesel-grey booted,heavy-workcoat-suited,snuggly fitting jeans,the blue-eyed boy. His face, half-serious, half-whimsical, takes it all in, half-loves, half-hates it all:detritus in the street back passages, and yesall of that human dirt. He’s ageless puckishdaydreaming about how he might frame the scenebetween the pages of his unruled Moleskinejournal. He spreads his fingersmagpie’s wingtipscounting syllablesbeats to a bar oritems on a to-do... Continue Reading →
The most romantic meal is fish and chips…
The most romantic meal is fish and chipsin all the world, when shared with one you love:tart tang of salt and vinegar on the lipsthe tongue to tease, beyond reproach, above the cove carved out by coloured coasts,beneath the war memorial at high noon,leftover scraps to hungry seagulls tossed:to us, surfeit; to scavengers, a boon!... Continue Reading →